I've heard the term organized chaos used before to describe a sense of style, although I never imagined that it would be the perfect word combo to describe my apartment. What I love is my sense of change and how I'm not afraid to move my furniture, completely flip my living room, or give my objects a whole new purpose.

I love museums so much (I work events at one!) I even call my office/S's art studio our "studio" and our living room is even a "gallery" for our beloved treasures. My favorite wall in my apartment is my purple basil painted wall, with an old Ouija board from my grandmother's house, our first collection of insects, postcards from Italy (a play on a song title from our favorite band, Beirut), and of course, a bouquet of dried lavender in a gorgeous white Lenox vase.

The wall above our bed (an "exhibit" maybe) is another favorite; the paint on the wall is a custom mixed paint that we paid a fraction of the price for because we found it on the oops shelf. I learned about the oops shelf, where custom and returned paint gallons go, from my dad who took me there to shop for paint for our faux-Pollock painting that hangs proudly in my living room. A few of my favorite things on this wall include my lantern fly, a rat skull, oil paintings done by S's older brother, and thrift store treasures.

You can see why I adore the stylist, Sibella Court. My sense of displaying the treasures that I love and collect over time is seen throughout our apartment. To me, our apartment is a giant and interactive exhibit full of wonders from past travels, adventures, and our favorite stories.

My Decor Style

Sunday, October 21, 2012

I've heard the term organized chaos used before to describe a sense of style, although I never imagined that it would be the perfect word combo to describe my apartment. What I love is my sense of change and how I'm not afraid to move my furniture, completely flip my living room, or give my objects a whole new purpose.

I love museums so much (I work events at one!) I even call my office/S's art studio our "studio" and our living room is even a "gallery" for our beloved treasures. My favorite wall in my apartment is my purple basil painted wall, with an old Ouija board from my grandmother's house, our first collection of insects, postcards from Italy (a play on a song title from our favorite band, Beirut), and of course, a bouquet of dried lavender in a gorgeous white Lenox vase.

The wall above our bed (an "exhibit" maybe) is another favorite; the paint on the wall is a custom mixed paint that we paid a fraction of the price for because we found it on the oops shelf. I learned about the oops shelf, where custom and returned paint gallons go, from my dad who took me there to shop for paint for our faux-Pollock painting that hangs proudly in my living room. A few of my favorite things on this wall include my lantern fly, a rat skull, oil paintings done by S's older brother, and thrift store treasures.

You can see why I adore the stylist, Sibella Court. My sense of displaying the treasures that I love and collect over time is seen throughout our apartment. To me, our apartment is a giant and interactive exhibit full of wonders from past travels, adventures, and our favorite stories.

I love the decor!I have a similar aesthetic, but as I live in company run housing, I'm unable to hang anything new up! You can bet I've replaced their "art" with my own pieces, though!I love Beirut as well. I've always dreamed of taking a music themed trip to Europe. Postcards from Italy, Mount Wroclai, Architecture in Helsinki, Stockholm Syndrome... oh, the places my music could take me!--Erin

Hello Yelle! Found your blog through the Monday Blues blog hop and it is so chic! I love dried lavender too, I always keep sachets of it in my closet. Following you now, feel free to stop by my blog and say hello!

About me

I'm Yelle. I'm an event manager at a museum living in Chicago, IL. When I'm not managing events, I'm attending them. I love trying new food and wine, exploring the world around me, and collecting treasures and memories along the way.